Charming Life

In a grassy open field

I stand letting the wind have at me

it can't hurt what's healed

my eyes are open and i finally see

i'm barefoot and my shoes are made of mud

the earth is wet for its had its thirst met

i'm hydrated so says my blood

this may be as good as it can get

my hair hits my skin violently

otherwise my porcelain skin is tranquil

everything else is happening silently

does it matter if i'm in texas or brazil?

my shirt blows up to my face

it reveals my scars and my breasts

pain and beauty in the same place

have i passed all of life's tests?

what happened to all the trees?

and where are the singing birds?

there can't be honey without bees

everything feels as empty as my words

is all this real or is this is a dream?

the clouds are gone but there is no rainbow

life is so unfair and mean

or am i playing the wrong part in this freakshow?

i fall to the ground

i make a mud angel with my legs and arms

with living there is one thing i've found

this life does have its charms.